Pissed

June 3rd, 2011

I would have never imagined this would happen, but it has. Margaret's no longer my top priority. Skips was right, Margaret was a huge stress factor. I remember waking up every morning, worrying about how I'd talk to Margaret since day one. I woke up today, feeling not so worried. Well, maybe a little.

You see there's still no sign of Rhonda: A whole week and not even a single text. I'd ask Shell where she could be and she would have no clue. I'd ask again the next day and she still doesn't know. I hope I'm not annoying her by asking all the time, but I miss Rhonda. She was literally a stress reliever every time I was having a bad day, plus I have feelings for her now. How could I not want to hear from her again?

But I pushed that aside for now. Today was the first day of presentations at Margaret's college. Her professor told her she's not going today, but Margaret and I are going to be there just to observe and take notes on how other people are presenting.

Me and her haven't been talking much, nor meeting up for study sessions. When I went to the coffee shop one day, Margaret would just take me and Rigby's orders and leave. He would ask, "What's up with her?" and I'd respond saying, "I'll tell you some other time." Maybe if her attitude changes by the end of this project, there won't be a need to tell Rigby.

"Alright class, remember that people that will not present today will present tomorrow. First group, you may begin," The professor spoke. This wasn't W. Smith, he's strictly a geology teacher.

The projects were pretty impressive. They really did make it seem like they were teachers rather than students. But it brought up on question:

Would Margaret and I be able to work together, while on bad terms?

That should be interesting…

We were sitting very far from each other in the classroom.

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The projects were over and before anyone was able to be dismissed, so everyone just chatted. I sat in the seat, taking some time to relax until my walkie-talkie came on. It was Benson.

"Mordecai, I need you at the park. Rigby needs help mowing the lawn, says his arms are getting tired."

I chuckled.

At least Rigby's not changing.

"I'm on it," I responded. I was just about to get up from my seat, until I got a text. Not from Rhonda, but Margaret.

Wonder what she has to say…

[Margaret]: Repar and I broke up, I hope you're fucking happy!

Now this caught me by surprise. I mean I couldn't help but smile seeing how what that's what I've been wanting her to do, since it common sense. Unfortunately, this was in no said in happy context. She obviously didn't like that they broke up and makes it seem like I directly caused it. I just gave her a suggestion; it was up to her to decide whether she wanted to take action.

[Me]: You guys didn't have to break up. I was just giving my opinion.

[Margaret]: You think you broke us up? Yeah definitely.

[Me]: I never said that.

[Margaret]: Whatever Mordecai. I don't want to talk to you after this project is over.

My phone was trembling in hand, because I was starting to twitch…in absolute anger. I've been trying to help her and she does this? I lost sleep, nearly my mind over this Repar business and she turns it around making it seem like a bad thing and makes me the bad guy? Me, the bad guy? Not Repar, me? All I tried to be ever since she told me about her secret is a true friend: Someone who would put some sense into her and show her that this wasn't right. That she deserved better than Repar. Not me, but someone else.

And this is what I get?

All I could do was look at Margaret, who was sitting far away from me, staring at her phone, not being able to see the look I was giving her.

Let me give you a hint of that look.

You know the saying, "If looks could kill"?

The look I was giving her wouldn't kill her. Instead, it would say something:

"Fuck-you."